A Dandelion

{6.18pm, 8/22/16 in Ilmiah room}
I have just beginning to start writing poems again after 5 years of hiatus. Yes, I know it's nowhere near perfect but I just want to share my piece with you. 

She was pure and innocent
Waving and dancing through the wind 
She never felt happier until a presence worried her
There came rose-red and very breathtaking
People came running and taking pictures with her
Oh how people love her

The once pure charm felt dull and unwanted
She felt dirty standing next to rose
Drooping as low as she can to the ground she thought: 
Then again who would choose a dandelion over a rose? 

                                                                                                                                 by me, Izyan Najwa